[Brews a cup of chamomile.]

Dr. Juniper Post Sophie Penn ...Hi, this is Rupert Penrose. I would like to get an appointment wiv you, if possible? Please let me know if it's possible. My number is...

[The morning after he leaves his message, Rupert Penrose receives a return call.]

[txt] Logan J. Taylor Hey, stranger. Cup of tea?

Sophie Penn She's nice? An' quite hot, to be 'onest. But very, very ginger.

[Ring ring! Amber from Dr. Post's office with a reminder for Rupert Penrose: his next session is tomorrow at 2pm.]

[On this lovely Friday evening, Juniper treats herself to a glass of white wine on a restaurant patio after work.]

So many people claim that therapy "isn't for them." So many of those many are simply afraid of what they might learn about themselves in therapy.

Delightful, I'm sure.

No one can make therapy work for you but you.

[Drums her fingers lightly on her cheek.]

No, I won't ask you how that makes you feel, but you can tell me if you like.

[ ... Once again, Juniper finds herself on a date that, in the end, is only a quest for free therapy. She declines dessert and sighs in the cab on her quiet way home.]

[Monday evening finds Dr. Post shopping for a new orchid for her office.]

Third sessions are like third dates. This is when the work can really begin.

[How many third dates has she had recently? Best not to ask.]

Life is good. Life is bad. Life is fucking fantastic. Life is utter shit. Life is messy, mutable, muddy. I (cont) tl.gd/n_1ss1uj3